Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.